One year ago today: September 13, 2024, saving the Gigrac.
Five years ago today: September 13, 2020, I added that window . . .
Nine years ago today: September 13, 2016, the confusing op-amp.
Random years ago today: September 13, 2008, Peggy was a good egg.
Back home with a big session of insomnia (lifelong for me), I used the time to toy around with the camera remote. Some of the best footage this trip was when I turned it on by mistake. I can see getting to know this feature better but I cannot create better scenery. And I’m determined to take life easier as best I can. I reviewed the video and notice where things are decelerating. Last evening I added more oatmeal flakes to the bird feeder and they are ecstatic. Let me check the game camera for when I was away. Why, yes I do. Lots' of birdies.
This is another new juvenile, probably a female, and she looks a little beat up. That’s seconded by the clock and thermometer in the background. She gets to the feeder long after the usual birds. I’ve seen Mr. & Mrs. Red III feeding on both sides of the tube simultaneously, that’s exceptional. And also more frequent with the oats. Have I stumbled across something? No, but if it makes me think it, hey. I will try an oat feeder to test this theory.
Feel welcome to ID the other birds that appear time-to-time. I probably looked them up, but nothing really sticks in the brain but the cardinals, my original cabin companions even if they are what I take to be third generation. Once again, there is no ignoring the news when Trump is around. He makes the Left-wing sources really stand out as disgusting. Well, it seems there are two stories not fading at the usual pace. The murder of the blonde lady and the assassination. These have not worked for the Democrats, rather it’s pushed the concept they they are an evil group that should be rounded up. In this part of the nation, that means Tampa and Orlando. Some of them were cheering the killing and have lost jobs over it, with the voters screaming for more.
For a laugh, check out Biden’s “Presidential Library”, as these ventures are funded by donors. Except, Biden doesn’t have any. Word is the whole shitteree is failing from lack of interest. The first such failed library in US history, and soon to be followed by Obama’s stalled effort. It is hard for outsiders to realize how much the US is different than portrayed by the state media. The parallels to 1933 are astounding. Hate speech becomes speech they hate. Murder is openly cheered as “defending democracy”. Queers march in the streets.
New York City “sex workers”.
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My circadian rhythm is wonked out, another sleep-a-thon had me out of commission for the afternoon. Let me record my activities like a good little blogger and call it a day. The partially reconditioned battery on the mower is enough to kept the pathways open. I got a 4x4 post under the new work bench in the scooter shed. I began the glue-up of the front and back of the microscope case, there should be a photo. If you see a mass of clamps, that’s it.
Then I popped some brads to make a small box for my glue bottles. My ear canal is still blocked, I’m still moving slow from all the walking last day, and I don’t feel much like dancing. So instead I drove over to the old club at 10:00PM, just before the normal end time for entertainment. However, the Karaoke was that same lady who remembered my coaching, so she regularly goes overtime for more money when the crowd is partying. From what I gather, that turned into a rather successful arrangement for the house, so she bumped me to the top of the list.
The weekends are busy again but it is not the regulars. It’s more a boisterous spillover from the other nearby clubs which close around 9:30PM. She also has a following of three or four women who are quite good but they are not professionals. Myself, I don’t claim to be a vocalist, but my presentation is top-notch at it showed tonight. She appreciates the higher standards but what’s in it for me is I’m hoping she knows of gigs I can’t find on my own. I’m guessing she turns down smaller gigs based on her super-loud volume and the ton of equipment she uses. Her PA system is designed for a small auditorium.
I watch the crowds closely and this is not a steady or reliable bunch. A lot of noisy locals from the surrounding towns which have no entertainment. I’m amused by the music most of them sing along with, it’s corny but that can be said for a lot of generations. I tend to present classics and rarely had a flop. Plus tonight was more a crowd of rowdies, already drunk by the time I showed up. There is a tendency back to country music but the old crowd is long gone. I recognized only two of the younger women, both not my type.
Finally, I found the version of “Tequila” that became my Karaoke theme song. It’s by a 1950s band called “The Champs”. If I ever knew that, I’d forgotten it. My teen bands played instrumentals like “Wipeout”. Nobody knew the studio recording used two drummers.
ADDENDUM
Interesting, my test results are back (by e-mail) already. Well most of them, the tag says two tests are sent to another lab. These reports are required by law, but not that they be in plain English. I’m looking for changes and there aren’t any, except the persistent higher than usual cholesterol that dogs the majority of America. I’m in the lower range of concern and I note an increasing number of “old guy” tests being insisted on by the insurance people. The clinic gave me an anti-inflammatory to use as needed, but after the first dose, I have not needed it.
What’s a bit worrisome is these newly required tests tip us off what they look for and or expect in my age group. My hearing is 20/20, no digestion, liver, or bone problems. Ha, but does this mean be on the lookout, I mean, why such tests? The only thing I can be that vigilant about is slim, proportionate women. Give me a prescription for those a few times a week and I’ll stay healthy until they finally land on Mars.